User blog comment:Nikolai Banks/Islands of No Return/@comment-4094509-20111024011342

Atty unsuccessfully gives up on her fishing and hauls herself upwards. Swinging the crude fishing rod over one shoulder, she starts to walk towards the beach, muttering under her breath about the fishes. The shrew looked utterly lost, all alone on the shore. She may as well help him out and lead him to where a certain mouse had st camp. She didn't know his name quite yet. It must have been Vincent...or was it Vince?

As she headed slowly over to Tikus, the dumb ferret Pokkle joined her, anticipating something: like a fish. Atty cast an ignorant look at her companion and sniffed. "Whaddaya want? Food? Forage your own food, I'm not yer caretaker," she would growl, handing him the fishing rod roughly. Pokkle seemed to be quite distraught at first, but a crooked grin appeared on his lips and he started to swing the fishing rod around and around his head, watching the string fly above him while making whirring sounds.

"Fool..." Atty muttered as she went on. "Oi!" Atty called out to the shrew, trying to make herself look un-corsair like as possible. She waved curtly and jogged casually over to the creature. "Hello. Haven't seen ya around afore. Seems ye've ended up in this accursed island somehow," she would say. "I'm Atty Rumblered by the way. I may be a vermin, but I've learned to team up with ya woodland bumpkins as that's the only way fer me to survive. Ya need help with anythin'?"